The arena trembled with the force of their clash, the air crackling with the intensity of their magic. As the dust settled, both combatants stood, battered but unbroken, their eyes locked in a silent challenge. Ael and Morbius, champions of their respective races had shown the world the true extent of their power.
As the dust settled and the echoes of their clash faded, Morbius and Ael stood, eyeing each other warily across the battlefield.
"Quite the show you put on there, Ael," Morbius remarked, his voice strained with exertion.
Ael grinned, his eyes flashing with a hint of amusement. "You're not so bad yourself, Morbius. I must admit, I didn't expect such resistance from the human race."
Morbius chuckled weakly, his muscles aching from the intensity of their battle. "You're not the only one surprised. But I'm not done yet."
Ael raised an eyebrow, his smile fading slightly. "Oh? And here I thought you'd be ready to throw in the towel."
